"That's awesome! I can't believe we're beybattling again!" Max exclaimed, "it's been awhile since we had a good match, so who is our opponent?" they were seated on the table, eating dinner when Kai explain to them about Mr. Dickenson's idea.
"I don't know." Kai stated, glancing several times towards Tyson, whom hardly ate at all. Ray was the only one to noticed it.
"So, whose going to battle?" Ray asked, "you said that the four match doesn't matter." the dual-haired teen sighed. He was getting tired, Tyson was looking even paler.
I hope he'll get better. The Russian teen thought before answering Ray's question, "Tyson is battling the first match." to that, even Tyson was surprised to hear it. "I don't care who battles the other two." Right now all I care is about Tyson. After they decided that Ray would take the second battle, and now it left for Max and Kai to decide who would battle last.
"Excuse me," Tyson stood from his seat, "I'm going to sleep."and he left.
"I guess, I'll go to sleep too. Goodnight!" Max announced, and left. Kai also stood to leave, but Ray stopped him.
"Kai, I need to talk to you." Kai, however, didn't stop. "What is wrong with you!" Ray stood from his seat and stopped Kai, by putting a hand on his shoulder. Which was quickly shrugged away.
"...Nothing, get some rest, after all tomorrow we have a match." and that was the end of the conversation.
Tyson put away the now clean blade, and he lowered his shirt down. The last scar was already heal, and the new one was just above it. He was calm, and happy that the scar in his right wrist was almost heal, and to not take a risk -more than he has already taken- he put a band-aid on it. Kai shouldn't think too highly of me.
As he stepped out of the bathroom, he came face-to-face with Ray. "Tyson, can I talk to you?" he asked in a serious tone, and the midnight haired teen could only nod.
Kai laid in his bed, his mind focusing on Tyson. Why does Ty look so weak? He thought as he closed his eyes, I thought that he was getting better... could it be that... no... i can't think that, I trust Tyson. Yet, deep in his mind he knew that he was wrong, deadly wrong. Even though part of him knew it, he still refused to accept it.
He then thought about the matches for tomorrow, the teams -he knew- had probably train more than last year. Even though it was just to raise money, not to mention that the people will expect a great battle from the champions. He just hope that Tyson wouldn't push himself over the limit. What can I do?
Ray and Tyson were seated on the porch outside, the stars shone brightly, and the moon was out. It was a peaceful scenery, expect that the wind blew cold air, and Tyson was cold. Ray, however, didn't seemed to mind. "Tyson."
"Yes?" he truly wanted to know why Ray sounded so serious.
"Have you noticed Kai's strange behavior lately?" that somehow didn't surprise him.
"...No," he lied, "why do you ask?" Ray sighed, and Tyson saw that in his golden eyes there was a strange emotion, fill both with sadness and concern, and another emotion that Tyson couldn't -or rather, wouldn't- identified.
"Today," the long raven-haired teen began, "I was in Kai's room, and I found his shirt and pants with some blood. I don't what happen though." Tyson stayed silent, his mind all ready telling him the reason for the blood, or rather his blood. The midnight haired teen faked a yawn.
"Don't worry, I'm sure Kai is fine. I'm going to sleep, goodnight Ray."
"Goodnight." Tyson stood and started to walk away from his friend, then he stopped and without turning around, he asked a question that he already knew the answer to.
"Why do you care?"
The midnight haired teen closed his bedroom door shut, tears threating to fall over his tightly shut eyes. I'm such an idiot, I knew it... and I just... he thought as he slid down to the floor, sobs shaking his whole body. Damn it all. His thoughts then focused on the blade that was at the cabinet, and he stood. As he turned to the door, his red eyes caught a glimpse of red on his bed. The notebook
He crossed his bedroom towards the bed, and took the red notebook. He then grabbed a pencil from his desk and sat on his chair...
October 2, 2003.
I can't believe that I'm actually writing in this stupid thing. I don't even know if it's going to help me. All I know is that my heart hurts. A lot. Stupid Kai, why do you care? A simple question that Ray was able to answer with four damn words. Four fucking words that hurt more than a stupid blade. I hate you Kai, hate you because you care, giving me false hopes. Hopes that I stupidly fall for, your words, and your trust. I'll like to tell you that you shouldn't put that kind of trust in me, but I won't. Only because I'm selfish and I don't want to see you care for another, like you're caring for me. I don't want to hear those three words come out of your lips for another. Kai, I love you... and I won't let anyone have you...
"Why do you care?"
"...Because, I... Love him."
Tyson Kinomiya.
Brt: Ha, I added a twist, and no this is not a RaKai story. It's still a KaTy. Probably, a lot of people already know where I'm going with this, and to those people, you'll get a cookie! -I was depress when writing this- Thanks for reviewing.